In the lively shopping mall, Qiao Feng's hands were placed in his pockets, wearing a wide hat, and lowering his head, standing there. Literature Museum

People come and go around.

Those laughing and cheering people were walking back and forth around him, laughing and making noise.

Parents take their children, couples hold each other's arms, and children chase and laugh at each other...

All of this is heralding the joy and enthusiasm that is filled with this Saturday shopping mall. Even the huge music fountain located in the center of the mall now seems to want to sing, dancing up and down with the music coming from the loudspeaker.

Passionate, cheerful, and simplicity...

But all this seems to be impossible to touch the current sitting on the bench, this person who seems so cold and lonely. I come from the Magic Sect.

He sat here, his gloved hands gradually crossing.

He lowered his head, looking at his toes like a puppet who could not move at all.

No matter how many people were passing by in front of him, he turned a blind eye...

It was as if the flower world outside had been isolated from him.

He is no longer in a warm world.

Instead, it was forgotten in a cold, lonely, and no hope...

………………………………………when!

The wall clock on the wall sounded.

It was the wall clock in the mall that began to ring at twelve o'clock noon.

Just as this sound activated his switch, Qiao Feng, who was sitting, slowly stood up.

He is still surrounded by silence.

He slowly raised his head and his eyes, which were showing fierce light, began to lean forward. Soon, a mother with a child, was reflected in his pupils full of murderous intent and hesitation.

"Mom~~I want to eat ice cream~~~~"

The child, about six or seven years old, shouted happily and shook his mother's hand.

The mother also smiled, held her son's hand, and said with a smile: "Okay, be obedient, mom will buy you ice cream now."

Mother, smiling.

And that child was also smiling.

However, the laughing mother and daughter did not notice at all. A man covered in darkness was now walking towards them. The distance was getting closer and closer......... closer and closer!

when----!

The sound on the wall clock has been ringing six times.

Qiao Feng also began to speed up his pace and walked towards the mother and son.

His gloved hand reached into his coat, slowly pulled out a short dagger from it, and hid it in his wrist with the wide cuffs of the coat. Then, his steps began to take bigger steps towards the mother and son...

when----!

The eleventh bell rang.

"Be good, mom will take you..."

A man in a black coat suddenly bumped into the mother from the front! At the same time, he stabbed the dagger in his hand heavily into the woman's abdomen!

…………………………………………when!

The bell rang, the twelfth sound...

At this moment, all the time seemed to have stopped.

The splashes of water from the fountain stopped in the air. The surroundings were still talking with laughter and joy, walking around, and all the people shopping were taken away from their time and solidified at that moment.

Qiao Feng, I am free and easy. Holding the dagger.

Tightly, it pricked the woman's belly.

He could feel the shock coming from this woman very deeply.

That kind of trembling...that kind of pain...that kind of surprise. But he can't believe anything.

He was asking himself.

What were you thinking when you stabbed this knife?

When you stab a knife in, why does that feeling make your heart... feel very painful?

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The pause of time will eventually recover again.

Qiao Feng quickly pulled out the dagger and hid it in his coat. Then, he quickly took a step and left quickly.

The mother who was "hit" by him just now covered her stomach, bent her waist, and squatted down with pain...

"Mom? What's wrong with you? Mom?"

That child is calling.

However, he probably would never understand what happened to her mother at that moment.

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After turning a corner, Qiao Feng ran here quickly, leaning against the wall, and began to breathe heavily.

He took off the hat from his head, and the sweat on his forehead made him feel that he was almost exhausted!

This feeling has never happened before... Even when he faces the other ten hooligans alone, he has never felt this kind of fear!

There is nothing wrong with it...it's fear.

A kind of fear that comes from the depths of your heart.

The fear of murder.

"How does it feel?"

Just as Qiao Feng looked at his hands nervously, he appeared in front of him with great ease.

Death God - Zhao Jiangyuan.

His face was filled with a relaxed smile, and he was holding a bag of potato chips in his hand, eating happily.

Afterwards, he looked up at the quartz clock over there, smiled, and said, "It seems that you have finally completed the homework I assigned. Kill an innocent passerby who you don't know at all before 12 noon today."

Qiao Feng gasped heavily, and slowly, he took out the dagger from his cuff...

The dagger is inverted. The sharp blade does not contain any blood.

The mother over there, after covering her stomach and hurting for a few times, stood up and cursed in the direction where Qiao Feng left: "Who is she? She doesn't have eyes! She's drunk and rushing around."

On this side, Qiao Feng looked at his hand holding the dagger, took a breath again, and said, "I don't know... what's the point. I just find someone casually and poke the other party with the direction of the hand. I don't think this kind of thing will be training. This kind of thing... anyone can do it."

Zhao Jiangyuan sneered, ate a piece of French fries in his hand. He looked at Qiao Feng with a very contemptuous look and said, "Anyone can do it? Then why do you have to complete the task until the last moment?"

Qiao Feng, the world of Silent Rubik's Cube.

He just raised his head and continued to look at the fashionable-dressed killer with his slightly shocked eyes.

"Chihuahua, do you know what is the most important thing as a killer?"

“……………………………………………”

"Ha. That's right, Zhu Bo will teach you bare hands fighting skills, Lin Huiyang's sissy will teach you how to use cold weapons. Sun Long and Huang Xiaoyan will teach you how to use guns, and Zhan Yuxuan will teach you some simple observation techniques and reconnaissance. I don't deny that these things are indeed things that a killer should learn."

"But they didn't teach you that as a killer, the most basic skills you should master."

Qiao Feng gritted his teeth, put away the dagger in his sleeve, and asked, "I know... my basic skills are very poor."

"No, no, no~~~ I don't mean that."

Zhao Jiangyuan smiled. The eyes that looked at Qiao Feng were like looking at a cute doll who knew nothing but could act coquettishly.

"I mean, you're missing a heart that you're going to be a killer and say you really should have."

"Being able to have this can really be a 'killing intention' to attack strangers."

Qiao Feng lowered his head and did not dare to look at the eyes of the "teacher" again.

The man who looked completely harmless from the outside smiled and picked up a piece of chips, and while eating, he said, "I need to train you to truly have the will to kill people. But I don't need a murderous madman. What I need is a cold-blooded killer who can calmly execute the assassination plan, put it into practice, and continue to remain calm after destroying a life. It seems that he is just a normal thing to eat a piece of chips."

"Don't think it's very easy to cultivate a perfect cold-blooded killer. I've seen many killers commit suicide because of too much psychological pressure, either because of psychological situation or because they fail to do something because of their psychological situation or because they can't bear it."

"Chihuahua, I hope you understand. How difficult it is to exercise a perfect cold-blooded killing machine. Only when you face anyone, you can stab the other person in the heart without any doubt. That way, you will be a truly qualified killer."

Facing Zhao Jiangyuan's relaxed and comfortable now, Qiao Feng gritted his teeth and said, "I... am not a killer. I am the princess's guard. The princess's...the magic dog."

The god of death smiled slightly: "Oh~~! I almost forgot! Our Chihuahua is a princess' pet dog. She is only responsible for barking and will not take the initiative to bite people? Hahahahaha!"

He pulled up a piece of French fries and stuffed them directly into Qiao Feng's mouth: "Let's watch it. Let's see how long you can last. I just hope that when you reach the bloody eyes, you will remember the words I taught you."

Qiao Feng bit the potato chips in his mouth, looking a little nervous. He raised his head again and looked at Zhao Jiangyuan.

The killer picked up the hat he had clamped under his armpit and covered Qiao Feng's head.

"I don't like to face murderous madmen. Those murderous madmen have no artistic atmosphere. They look so stupid. So, remember what I said. This will make you regain your sanity in time when you become crazy in the future."

Although this person's words were a bit unpleasant, Qiao Feng vaguely felt that he seemed to understand what he meant.

"But if you really become a mad dog that bites people when you see them..."
Chapter completed!